I'm ready to shoot myself in the gorram face over this astronomy class. The teacher has been bullshitting around so long that the test we were supposed to take on October 1st is going to be our final. He's ~*making it up to us*~ by making it a hard, but open-note test. Unfortunately, he's given us so many useless junk statistics that I have sixty-two fucking pages of notes with more to come. A lack of forethought on his part should NOT constitute an emergency on mine.

If anyone could offer suggestions on what to do, it'd be greatly appreciated. Otherwise, just cunting kill me and get it over with.

On a lighter note, Zeiss and I are working on another joint snark. Whoop de shit.

ETA: Actually, this song cheered me up considerably. Thank you Ashley and Winamp shuffle. Tips would still be appreciated, though.

I have been a busy beaver! Three new snarks today! First one is best viewed on its native site, since it has thick quotes.

Fresh manga snark with Zeiss, wewt~ About as work-safe as whipping out your dickgirl in front of the boss.

And to round out the evening, a joint manga snark with Zeiss. Pretty danged NWS, and this icon has never been more appropriate.

NOTE: Nihilist is running a "20 snarks in one month" contest, so expect me to be fairly busy in that regard...just fairly, I am pretty busy. Please let me know if I drop in quality at all.


( Cannibalism, Tonberries, and Freudian metaphors abound )

it'd be nice to get rid of that feeling that I'm barely treading water this semester. Yeah, that'd be real nice.

New manga snark up with Zeiss, like any of you bitches care. NWS.

(Out doing a stargazing lab with Scott and a pack of chicks...)
Myself: (watching clouds roll in over Mizar) We're fucked, aren't we?
Chicks: (gasp and laugh)
Chickdar: Oh my God, I'm, like choking on my saliva over here! That word's taller than she is!
Myself: Yeah, can you tell what I'm doing right now?
Scott: Does it involve a middle digit?
Myself: TWO of them.

Came home and systematically shut down a chick on my English forum who was claiming that 10% of women who have blood transfusions after abortions get the hep. Realized that I take blatant misinformation presented as fact as a personal affront because it's really just intellectual bullying.

Not a bad day, really.


In snark news, update on Vibrator Company, and Inky, Zeiss and I have started in on a new project...Zeiss' description says it best:

First, a bit of explanation. “Femboy School”, as our next project is called, isn’t your average bad porno manga. Well, it started off as one, but the version we’re taking on is an edited (very badly - this thing looks like it‘s been floating around the internets since 2001) version by someone named “Nyar”. All my Google-fu has been able to turn up about this “Nyar” character is one post on an incest forum, which pretty much tells you all you need to know about Nyar. The man has issues, and boyyyy is he happy to show you them. This thing plays out like a cross between a bad femdom story and an equally bad Hawkwind album.

So join us, then, as the Fearless Spork Squad ventures to one man’s private hell, and comes out snarking.

Again, all links are NSFW LIEK WHOA ON SANDWICHES

This is SERIOUSLY SHOTA, so Canadians might want to skip this one. The rest of you, please enjoy the first edition of Femboy School.


It's about time to make birthday plans, so if any of y'all wanted to meet up at the end of the month, drop a comment saying when's good for you. You know the drill.


Further bulletins as events warrant.

I have recurring dream landscapes, including a shopping district. The other night, I noticed a Darren Shan-themed coffee shop/ice cream parlor run by fangirls had established itself in it. I'm starting to worry about the long-term effects of this project.

( What a thrill, the darkness and the silence through the night )